Since I'm on this truth kick lately, I might as well just share a phone call I got from my neighbor Daniel. We were hanging out here at my place last night having cocktails and quite frankly I don't remember him leaving but my watch said I fell asleep a little after eleven. Daniel was concerned about me and asked how I felt after falling last night. WTF?

He said I was coming back from the bathroom, rounded the corner into my living room, and proceeded to drop like a rock and hit the floor hard. I have no memory of that whatsoever. I forgot to ask him how long I was out but the important take-away here is that it happened.

I know Parkinsons is kicking my ass lately and I finally have that appointment with the Neurologist this Friday, but man, this has me shook bad. Has it happened before and I don't know about it? Could it happen while I'm behind the wheel of my truck? What the fuck...